Saturday, January 28, 2017

Postcard #146: "Townie"


Sent via postcrossing to magenta0810.  I felt like writing a bar story.  I felt like writing something NOT depressing.  So this one came to mind.  True story.
Text: 
I don't know why the bartender was taking so long to cash us out.  My cousin was standing next to his barstool patting down his pockets looking for his keys.  The woman townie which had been talking to me all night tapped on my shoulder again. "So if you are going to come home with me can I at least get a hug?" She asks. I could not see the harm in letting this enormous (not fat, just large) mostly toothed woman hug me.  Until she started to lick my neck.  

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